All Chapters of A Goddess Gifted by Fate: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

Zelena.“You’re at eight centimetres, Miss Baxter. But I need you to start working with your contractions and not against them” Mr Tenner interrupted. I looked over to Roe and then back at Lunaya and nodded my head. I can do this. I have to.“He will be home soon” Tobias whispered into my ear. I turned my neck and looked at him. He had a gentle smile on his face as he nodded his head to the corner of the room. I looked to where he was indicating, but there was nothing there.Look closer. Feel for it, Little OneHe flashed me. Another contraction swept through me, and I did as instructed by Dr Tenner. When it passed, I looked back at Tobias. He again nodded towards the corner and rested his chin on my shoulder. I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate. It was hard to focus on anything other than the pressure in my lower stomach. After a second, I picked up on the tingle in the air, and a gentle and comforting chill brushed over my skin. I focused my eyes, and there she was. Selene

Whiskey.The numb emptiness didn’t leave me, it faded somewhat, but I could still feel it. If I wasn’t so used to blocking myself off to pain and emotion, I would guess that it would frustrate me. But I actually kind of enjoyed it. The uncaring and unfeeling state of mine was freeing. I lost any guilt I had for what I had done over the past few years, however small that piece of guilt may have been. However, that slight sliver of doubt still lingered in the back of my mind. Always on repeat, eating inside my thoughts, ‘Did I do the wrong thing?’ With this new hollow feeling, I could no longer see or feel that small slice of doubt. It was fantastic. All that aside, the fact that I still don’t know what has brought on or caused this new state of mind, it bugs me. I am determined to find out. And I will, I always do.I'd made my way to the South of Alaska, to the mountains near the Canadian border. I know that packs like to reside in either thick forests, large open plains, or snowy moun

Whiskey.I followed the Luna's instructions, but as I approached the closed door of the office, I heard Saxton speaking excitedly.“You know what this could mean for us, for the pack. It's huge. The world will bow at our feet” he said happily.“There are still tests that need to be done. We need to confirm this, multiple times over. We must be one hundred percent sure of it before we make any moves. Which includes alerting the rest of the pack. You are not to say a word to anyone until I give the go ahead” the Alpha spoke firmly.“What else is there to confirm, I've given you all of the information you need” Saxton clapped back.“This is no small feat. We can’t go off half-cocked and start a war” The Alpha growled. What war? What are they talking about? If Saxton is so excited about it, why hasn’t he told me anything?“The war has already started. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s been going on for centuries. At least Whiskey has been doing something about it. We both have. But this,

Whiskey.Present day.I’ve ignored my training and instincts for too long. I pushed them aside and tried to be a ‘normal girl’ all for the sake of another. What did that get me? A fuck ton of nothing, that’s what. I won’t make that mistake again. I know who I am now. I know what I am and what I am capable of. I know now what I am fighting for, and who I am truly fighting against. My intended direction is clearly laid out at my feet, no one could come between me and my path now.I was making my way up the mountain, trudging through the snow, when a flutter of electric sparks ran down my spine. It made my neck tingle and my body shiver. I looked around at the snow-covered trees and lifted my nose to the air. I sniffed around until I caught a scent. It was sweet and somehow, despite the fridged snow, it made me feel warm. I followed the scent through some trees to a small clearing. Before I broke through the line of trees, I spotted him. A man. At least I think he’s a man. He was sitting

Whiskey.Saxton never truly cared for me, nor did he love me. He saw me only for what I could give him. He saw me as a tool for power and dominance. And I, being the weak and feeble bitch that he turned me into, drank in the fake love and attention like it was Kool-Aid at the cult picnic.They were right. The hunters. My entire life they told me about werewolves and their vicious and violent tendencies, about their never-ending quest for more power, and unquenchable thirst for dominance. I should have listened more closely. I should have believed them. All this time I have been fighting the wrong enemy. I had been going after the ones that I thought hurt me. They didn’t hurt me, not really. They made me strong, they toughened me up and prepared me for the cruelty this world has to offer. The hunters gave me everything I needed to put an end to Were-kind. They were my true protectors. They saw the beasts for what they truly are. Manipulative, greedy, power hungry, selfish animals. The